I read on planes. A lot. I read about a lot of things, but primarily things you might find in the “Self Help” Section at Barnes and Noble. Not because I’m a person with a lot of “issues” or who needs a lot of help… My degree is in interpersonal and speech communication. I find all levels of communication fascinating! Half of that degree, I use everyday at work. Because of the fancy-schmancy degree I have, I can present a lesson! Entertain a class! Even officiate a wedding in a charming, humorous and loving manner without using excessive verbal fillers, fidgeting too much (ok, I fidget, but just enough) or putting my audience to sleep.
The speech com major in me is how I make a living and feed my children. I the interpersonal com portion of me rules, well, every other part of my life. Having loving, fulfilling, open relationships with the important people in my life is of the utmost importance. That leads me to this blog-story.
There was someone very important in my life who suffered from a serious lack of testosterone. This “Low T” issue had a major impact on my life and once I learned what the issue was, the student in me said, “There must be a book about this!” I’m not an online reader, I like to hold a book in my hand and write in the margins, so, off to Barnes and Noble I went.
I found a book that would educate me about Low T and a few other chemical issues and took it on my next flight. I was reading for quite some time, then decided to get up and use the restroom. I set the book face-down on my seat because the title made me just a tad bit uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t embarrass easily and will talk about most things, but with people I know – not the stranger sitting next to me!
I returned to my seat, and the passenger beside me started asking questions:
Passenger: “Are you a teacher?”
Sara: “Yes, I sure am!”
P: “Where do you teach?”
S: “All around the country.” (I don’t like give strange men on planes many specifics about my schedule)
P: “What does your typical classroom setting look like?”
S: “About 20-40 ladies gathered in a retail location.”
P: “What is the average age group of your students?”
S: “Well, probably the average is 50’s -70’s, amazingly sharp women. Occasionally, I’ll meet someone my age.”
P: “I knew by your book you had to be a teacher or some kind of sex therapist…”
I was taken aback then realized, the book was called, “The New Naked”.
Sara: “No!! I’m a sewing educator, not a sex educator!!”
Lesson learned here, never judge a book by it’s cover… or a reader by the cover of her book!